Through your eyes
1 - First impression
When it started?
Prowl did not know exactly, but remembered very well the first time she saw him. He always saw him arrive with his merry way, expansive, hard-partying. He greeted everyone, playing with one, reserving a more formal treatment to others, but always had a good relationship with everyone. I was always lit with a smile on the face, sometimes improvising a little dance to relax the atmosphere and was always willing to listen to grievances and lend the shoulder to some tearful and disgusted colleague of life. Never seen him sad, annoyed, angry ... never seen him mistreat anyone, even when he was in his right to do so. Looking always a peaceful way to solve any problem.
All these qualities eventually drawing the attention of the vehicle. Not approached him because of his reserved personality. It was not to be talking who did not belong to their circle of relationships, but still did not fail to be enchanted by this fascinating character and at the same time intriguing.
And so they passed the days with Prowl always watching from the window or balcony of your curious and fun character. Content to be so. It was only an eyewitness of the neighborhood experiences, analyzing, observing and studying the habits and customs of the people around you, without getting involved in anything.
It cost him a lot to understand why he called it so much attention. He began to believe it was due to their opposing personalities. Prowl was always quiet, reserved, just smiled and had no patience for certain things. Often I had just wanting to settle certain disputes to basic punches, kicks and curses. But the other did not. They seemed to nemesis from each other as different.
And here's what happened. On one of those afternoons, on the edge of the window, Prowl, as usual, watching the street and his characters when he again appeared. She greeted with joy an acquaintance who went and talked for about five minutes. Alright in shipping to your window. After the conversation, they greeted each other once again in farewell and he turned to see his friend go. Until then nothing more.
But as soon as he turned to go in the opposite direction for a moment, his gaze met the Prowl. The car felt a shock wave go their circuits. I did not expect that, for that look so fast, deep and penetrating. He felt as if, suddenly, his feet were glued to the ground and could not move, stuck in those optics coming from the sidewalk.
And then, without warning, he smiled. A simple smile and fulgaz but intense enough to heat the spark of his observer and encourage the smile back without even being aware of what he was doing. For a moment, Prowl thought of going to the street and talk to him. At least know your name. But a voice in the distance, calling the passer smiling, relieved him of this doubt.
_ Jazz, come here. I need your help.
_ I'm going. He replied. And giving one last smile the Prowl, he went his way. Prowl followed him with his eyes. Even more curious and intrigued by its observed, because now he was no longer a mere character passing on the street. It was not anyone else that he simply followed his eyes by sheer boredom or lack of to do. It was someone who had offered him a smile. And he had a name. And to remember his name, speaks softly, with a silly smile sprouting from his lips.
_Jazz!